“Death will render all your possessions useless.”

It is not your career, your friends, not your possessions, it is your soul.

I always forget to tell myself – you are doing awesome.

Your peace doesn’t have a due date.

Lord, guide me to always see your face when I look in the mirror and not my own vanity.

Do not be afraid, for he has already conquered tomorrow.

God, I know you’ve been there. I know you’ve been there even if I didn’t feel you. I ask you open my heart up to you when I want to close it.

When the dark is near and the light is far, I will run. I will run with open arms to the light.

Lord, help me to not walk the path of anxiety or worry, but in the path you have willed for me.

What an injustice on your life that would be: to base your decisions on fear.

You have called me to be your daughter, your servant, your friend, to be a vessel of your light in this dark world.

Not everything needs a reaction. Save you energy and care for things that genuinely matter.

When you become secure enough in your own capabilities and path, what people try to negatively project on you doesn’t matter.

You were worth it when he died on the cross for you.

It is okay to not be in control.

Helpless does not equal worthless.

Other people need to be seen too. So be kind.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Sometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.

A warrior that never stops. A fire in mind, forever fighting. No surrender during war or peace. Only in death the sweet release, finally subsiding.

When all has failed and you have given up, And not a glint left in your eye. Pick yourself up and start again, Say to yourself: “life is short and one day I’m going to die”

happy life and merciful death

The man who dies rich, dies disgraced

I put for a general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power, that ceases only in death.

When suicide is out of fashion we conclude that none but madmen destroy themselves.